Page 62 of Revenge
“Okay.” I look at Max.
“Don’t worry, we’ll stop and feed the hungry hippo inside of you.”
He sounds so serious I burst out laughing.
“Why are you calling my baby a hippo?”
“Because you’re always hungry.”
“You shouldn’t call him a hippo.” I’m laughing so hard I have to hold my belly.
“Why? It’s harmless.” He teases.
“Oh, Max.” I shake my head. Being with Max, feels so normal.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Viktor
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I bark at Fiona.
“I should be the one asking that. I’m your wife. I’m having your child. Just forget about her. Clearly, she’s forgotten about you. You can’t be that fucking blind. She has a man in her life.”
“What don’t you understand? I don’t love you. In fact, I want nothing to do with you,” I tell her, but I can’t help but think, is she right? Is Ava with Max? No, she wouldn’t be. I saw the way she looked at him.
“You’re an asshole.”
“This isn’t news. I’ve told you from the beginning how I feel. You’re the one who put yourself in this situation.” I open the door to my car and get in.
She walks to my door. “Are you just going to leave me here?”
I roll my window down. “I’m going to the office. Go home.” I pull out, and in the rearview mirror, I see Fiona fall. I brake instantly. “Fiona.” I get out of the car and run to her. She’s unconscious again. “Fiona! Fuck,” I say, holding her, but she doesn’t respond.
As I wait for an ambulance, a million thoughts cross my mind. I think of my daughter. Has this affected her chance at life? I’m tired of Fiona’s bullshit. She doesn’t think of anyone other than herself. Here I am, not knowing if my daughter is alive because of her stupidity. It takes the ambulance ten minutes too long for my liking. Finally, they strap her and load her in.
“Sir, you can come with us or meet us at St. Joseph’s Hospital,” the paramedic tells me. Is he really asking that?
“I’m riding with you,” I say, climbing into the ambulance.
He orders me to sit back as he’s moving things around. I look at Fiona and don’t see any blood, but she looks pale. The air is filled with the sound of a monitor and the sirens. Fiona remains unconscious, and I feel useless. The life of my daughter could be in danger, and there’s nothing I can do. Once at the hospital, they unload her and rush her inside. The paramedics report the details of their examination and her name. I follow them, but I’m stopped as they wheel her to a room in the emergency department.
“Sir, you need to wait in the waiting room,” a nurse orders me. I don’t move.
“That’s my daughter,” I respond.
“Please, sir. Someone will find you and update you.”
Even though I don’t want to stay, I need to let them do their job. I need them to make sure my daughter is fine. But as the seconds pass, I find it harder to remain calm. I’m anxious. I need to know their status. I’m going to demand to be given an update when I hear my mother’s voice. I called her on my way to the hospital.
“Sweetheart,” my mother greets me.
“You didn’t need to come, Mom.”
“Of course I did. Any update?”
“Not yet.” I start pacing.
I look at my watch, desperately in need of news. Why is it taking them so long to tell me how my daughter is? A few minutes later, Oliver arrives.
